Fall into the depths of my arms

Rage, it twisted down her back, like tiny marching ants that filled her blood with hunger. She closed her eyes to it for a moment. Allowed her mouth to part to taste it. Roll it around her tongue and savor the flavor of it. She was panting with the desire to feel that rage spill into her. Feel his fangs break her skin and make her understand with more then words. Her violet eyes opened as she listened to his story. The loathing was evident in his words. How could so much hatred be fueled by one act of desire? It was a natural thing. Males were driven by the smell of heat and some of the impulses were indeed over whelming. Rape happened. Perhaps her indifference to things had made her acceptant of certain behavior that their kind displayed. One moment of passion was another wolfs nightmare.

She could feel her body reacting to him. Reacting to the desire to make her understand. The rage that needed release and the uncertainty that seemed to pool off his body in waves. She blinked dark lashes at him as she watched the passion flow from him. Her ears were parted with her neutral disposition and when her words left her mouth, she seemed to blush, yet when those eyes rose up to meet his he had broken the distance between them and sealed her request with a soft kiss.

Fire, it awoke inside her. He tasted slightly similar and yet different. She wondered how he would love. Would he be so demanding or would he be softer more unsure. He was a youth, unpracticed, unsure of everything. Maybe she could show him? Maybe she could bring it all to light and he could be hers? Her violet eyes shinned with so much emotion from that one kiss. It had sent her body on fire and she yearned to feel the touch of a male again. The night of passion with Zara had been wonderful but the feel of a male above her. Pushing his hunger into her and sealing it with his seed was beyond compared.


?I?m sorry.? She whispered, all the other words. Can you love me? Kiss me again but maybe just as yourself? Taste me? I want to feel your skin on mine. all the thoughts danced together like some mismatch waltz of hormones and sorrow. She wanted him but she just met him. She felt embarrassed by the thought. So rather then speak the desire that seemed to rise off her body like a sweet fog she spoke her regrets.
?The world is different in all our eyes. Each part painted in different lights. What?s wrong, what?s right, all depends on whose committing the act. Rape is a thing that happens. You have yet to feel the burn of desire from a female in heat. To know she could be ready by just one simple touch.? She said with more hunger then she meant. Her voice was husky and deep. Desire still tingling in her body. Her violet eyes seemed to sparkle, an unspoken invitation, yet her words said other things.
?I do not know your mother but I am sorry for her strife. I cannot imagine looking at my children with fear. But I don?t fear you.? She said just barley above a whisper.